
Final minutes of the trip… The bite was slow and the fishing was methodical, yet there were big fish around. We had a pair in the box and we’d seen a few dandies landed around us. After spending the entire morning shooting video it was my turn on the rods, but it was late in the morning and the bite window was rapidly closing.
Over the years last minute success has become a hallmark of mine, dating all the way back to 1979, my first deer season as an actual rifle packing hunter, when I hammered a big three point buck on the final morning of the season.
Since then there have been more closing day bucks, jackpot winning lingcod and stripers on the final drift of the day and more than one big trout hooked in waning light of the day that wouldn’t actually be landed until after dark. Once I’d beached a 22 inch brown trout on the last cast of the last day of the stream trout season in fading light on a creek that seldom booted out a fish over 12 inches.
Some days I get a little psychic shimmer that tells me I won’t score no matter how good the conditions. And there are other days when I just know I’m going to score big no matter how long the odds. That’s the feeling I had at Lake Almanor on the morning of July 8.
The trip had actually sparked to life weeks before with a series of telephone calls back and forth with Captain Bryan Roccucci of Big Daddy’s Guide Service. In the spring Bryan starts out chasing big trout at Lake Almanor and then slowly switches over to chasing a mixed menu of kokanee, trout and macks at Bucks Lake once summer rolls around.
Back in the old days when I had few responsibilities beyond fishing and writing about it and was spending 150 days a year on the water, I had no problem driving 200 miles for a few hours on the water. These days things are different and when I travel.